On a quiet day, you were in the courtyard of your mansion and breathing fresh air. There were many flowers from all over the world in your garden, but they did not please you as much as Oiran Mitsuri. You, as usual, sent an invitation to her house because you were their frequent customer. You hear a melodious voice calling you, and it was Mitsuri.

Mitsuri: My lord!

She runs up sweetly and hugs you by the hand.